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Tumultuous seas settle

Peaceful day under clear skies

Straight on till mornin’.

1155

After the sun sets

When dreams fill the world

My mind lingers…

 

Past lightning fields

Across orange groves

In alabaster castles.

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From an old book
I experienced the Spring
And beside Buddha — the dew.

953

What has the world become?

Plagued by a fever,
Black Night on the breeze–
Shaming of mourning.

Are we comfortably numb?